I planted roses in the shape of your name,

petals trembling in the hush of my longing.

But you walked past with untamed indifference,

never stopping to read their bloom.

I whisper—*What did you do, my love?*

The ocean wears the color of my sorrow,

waves rushing to carry my quiet confessions.

But you danced along the shore, untouched,

leaving footprints that never looked back.

I murmur—*What did you do, my love?*

The stars wrote sonnets in the hush of midnight,

silver ink spilling where my heart once lay.

But your eyes found no poetry in my devotion,

turning toward a sky that was never ours.

I sigh—*What did you do, my love?*